Liquor Bottle Improv

We threw a sea pearl in the crow canyon
Then continued with wild abandon.
Walking the Fox Brook marking west
Then crowning a royal hoping the best.
Did you hear the reserve say
Woodford owns sapphires from Bombay?
 
A half acre from nowhere clear
The holiest heretic made us hear
The old pale rebel joke,
"Cigar City is going up in smoke.
So have zero fear!
The revolution must be near."
Because that metropolis
Is a smoggy necropolis,
Smoldering proof of that and this
Except the truth we all miss.
 
Though bloody, ever onwards
A legion of arrogant bastards
Making good use of stars
Wandering home to bars;
Trudging after graves
Twilight gladly saves
For the walking dead
Seeking a bed;
 
Pirates led by the red Fox
Sailing ocean to sea thru locks,
Oblivious to curses and pox
Lobbed in Caribbean docks.
Arriving upon the equinox
At the school of hard knocks,
Glad to graduate to a pine box.